I had every intention last Friday of posting about my week.
I wanted to show the little shrike thrushes by the back door, which have now hatched.
Also (snake phobics look away now) this skin, found inside M’s shed right next to my boxes. Given how much the skins shrink, there is no denying this guy is a monster. Just a python thankfully, the placid, gentle members of the snake family.
And started a fifth, so I’m well on track for my six-by-summer goal. This yarn was from deep deep stash. You know you have stash issues when you actually have a box designated just “rainbow mohair”. Wtf.
But I didn’t get to post. And the reason is…stupid crochet.
I have teetered at the top of the slippery crochet slope for so long that I got cocky and complacent about my self control. ‘Crochet isn’t my thing’, I kept saying to myself. ‘Too old fashioned. It’s useful, but not addictive.’ Fool.
I had watched an episode of Knitty Gritty quite a few years ago in which the lovely Vicki Howell said not to be scared of crochet, and that just learning a couple of stitches was great for knitters. It doesn’t threaten your allegiance. It’s just useful for edgings and steeking. It made sense, and I got my neighbour at the time to teach me to crochet granny squares. From granny squares, I progressed to filet edgings and rag rugs, initially to use up old sheets, then just because I like them.
Then a few months ago, Craftsy offered the ‘My First Crochet Cardigan’ course with Sara Delaney really cheaply. I got it, adding it to the twenty or so courses I’ve already bought and haven’t watched (if I watched them all, man I would be pro at so many things! Except that too many of the instructors talk to you like you are a complete moron and I just can’t stand it).
Flash forward to Friday…’Before I write my post, I’ll just have a quick look at that crochet video’, I said…’See if I like this instructor’…Two days later…back, two fronts and half a sleeve done.
Apparently crochet is like a ‘thing’…there are magazines, books…even patterns on Ravelry. Who knew? Everyone but me. Crocheting clothes, it turns out, is really easy. And REALLY fast. And fun. And addictive. And kind of sculptural.
Dougal Maguire knew something was up.
Then guess what… And I wasn’t even playing yarn chicken. I should have had plenty of yarn, according to the pattern. ‘That doesn’t look like much left,’ I thought a few times. Eventually I grabbed the scales and…no. Nowhere near enough left. Frickin’ frickedy FRICK.
The knitting gods punished me for my disloyalty. Vengeful bastards. They know I should have been working on my Finland Sweater. And I am, I promise…it’s just reeeeeeaaaalllly boring.
But I so wanted that chunky grey cardy! 😦 I wanted to put patch pockets and big bright yellow buttons on it! 🙂 So I have to frog it and will try again, but only after I have completed the necessary penance, which is three thousand million miles of stocking stitch on 3.5mm (US 4) needles. Then….I may just convert to the dark side.